The election results are in from the Uncanny Valley, but the race is still too close to call. All we know is that Mike Tyson is trailing badly among voters in the “Excuse me, say what?” demographic. Trump’s righteous bass lines supply a rock-solid constituency to draw upon, but Kim’s over the top shredding style is a hit in the eastern precincts.
Hazard, that is. The Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys is way overdue for a session of laughing at Russians driving funny. Luckily for us, there’s an inexhaustible supply of source material.
At first, you begin to wonder why no one in Russia ever sees danger coming. To a casual American observer, the majority of these crashes seem to happen in slow motion. You can see the cars languidly drifting into the wrong lane from a half-a-mile away. Yet somehow, no one in Russia ever notices anything.
Well, that Hackerman lad means well, but he’s never going to get chicks or receive a government grant with that sort of approach. His sweet style is likely to be irresistible to hot babes, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that “hacking time” isn’t really where the action is in computer science these days. Mass erasing Twitter postings that don’t conform to this afternoon’s social justice opinions is where the smart money is being spent. That, and selling electric cars at a $10,000 loss per car and making it up on volume.
Anyway, the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys doesn’t write checks with our ass that our mouth can’t cash. Wait, that sounded bad. We don’t walk the talk until we’ve stolen another man’s moccasins. Hmm. That didn’t sound quite right, either. Anyway, we’re willing to post our scientistic research papers online for peer review. Unfortunately, peers are very hard to find in our niche, mostly because we’re so awesome. Among ourselves, we refer to peer review as: letting the pets up on the furniture. If you’re interested, you can read our treatise on Deconstructing SCSI Disks. It’s a grabber.
When I was a little kid, all the old men sat on the lawn on Sunday on those lawn chairs with the fiberglass straps, drank beer from steel cans, and talked about the most popular sports in the country. They never talked about pro football, basketball, soccer, or golf. They talked about boxing, horse racing, college football, and hockey.
The popularity of sports waxes and wanes. When Bill Russell won all those titles with the Celtics, the Boston Garden was empty half the time. The boxing matches sold out, though. Hell. the wrestling matches were sold out. Ted Williams played his last game at Fenway in front of thousands of fans disguised as seats. I can guarantee that ESPN will look very different in 2025 than it did in 2015. If it’s still on TV.